Page 211 of Primal Bonds

“Then have at it, love.” He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top.

“Mm,” she purred. She straddled his hips, her eyes sparking blue-green.

He filled his hands with her taut, round ass. “I love it when I see your cougar.”

She leaned forward to rub the tips of her nipples over his chest. “The cat wants to eat you up.” The movement brought her mound against his cock. She gave another sexy purr and wriggled against him.

Heat sizzled up his spine. He flung out his arms. “I’m all yours.”

She straightened up, her gaze on where his erection curved between their bellies. His fingers curled into his palms, but he kept still.

“Your move,” he murmured.

She smiled—and did exactly what he’d hoped, wrapping those slim, competent fingers around him.

“That’s it,” he rasped. “Harder.”

She slid her hand up and down his hard length, stroking and squeezing. The pads of her fingers were calloused, the slight roughness oddly arousing. The slit wept liquid and she smoothed it over the flushed cap.

His breath quickened. Remaining still became an impossibility.

With a low, inarticulate sound, he thrust into her fist. She worked him with one hand while with the other she played with his balls. Then she curved over his abdomen and swiped her hot little tongue over the cap.

His entire body clenched. “Holy fuck.”

And then it got even better, because she lapped at the sensitive underside, licked her way up and down. It was so good, it hurt—and he wanted it to go on forever.

But of course, it couldn’t. His balls drew up tight, and pleasure gathered at the base of his spine. He was close to exploding when she came higher onto her knees and placed his tip at her entrance.

He stilled, recalling they had no protection. Teeth clenched, he gripped her hips and lifted her a little away. “I don’t want to give you a baby.”

Thank the gods she was fada. No STDs, hardly any risk of pregnancy without the mate bond. But even so, he was careful these days. He’d gotten Evie’s mom pregnant, after all.

Her brow furrowed. “But we’re not mates.”

“I wasn’t mated to Evie’s mom, either. I’ll pull out.”

She nodded and eased down on his dick. His mind went blank as wet, silky heat enclosed him.

When he was fully inside her, she stroked her hands down his abdomen with an appreciative hum. “You’re all muscle.”

“One advantage of being a wayfarer.”

“You grow hot muscles?” She trailed a fingertip down the ridges of his abdomen.

He chuckled. “We burn a lot of energy, and we’re natural athletes.” He moved his hips, enjoying how her pupils dilated.

“Ah.” She leaned forward, set her hands on his chest and began to move. The milky quartz banged against his chest, and without breaking her rhythm, she dragged it off and dropped it on the cavern floor.

He caressed the smooth, golden-brown skin of her hips and ass. “That’s it, love.”

He moved his hands to her breasts, playing with her firm little nipples. He gave them a pinch and her breath hissed out.

He smiled. “You like that.”

At her murmur of assent, he pinched them harder. She twisted his nipples in playful retaliation, and his balls drew tight.

He began to move, meeting her thrusts with his own. She ground her pelvis on his, and contracted around him.

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